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I'd begun working on a post about my evening, that even had a nice length to it, but inadvertently closed the window before I could post it or save it as a draft. (I was simply editing a catagory to put it into... that'll teach me. :( )
Long story short, I didn't sleep much last night, came home tired, went to bed early. I woke up around 8pm, talked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Now, I will go inside and likely get about 4 hours of sleep. I'll wish I had gotten more, and my day will hopefully start calmly enough, like Sundays generally do.
I might take a nap when I get home, because I am beginning to notice that I feel most creative when I first wake up. I don't know if that sounds strange or normal, and I don't care. :) I want desperately to get back to writing on a regular basis, and I want to write more than just blog posts that no one ever seems to read. Even if no one reads my prose or poetry, I feel a growing NEED to put my thoughts for stories and such into print on a screen, or on paper. This laptop facilitates my desire to do so, because I'm not bound at that bulky desk; currently, I'm outside, enjoying the decently temperate evening.
Well, I feel weariness finally creeping back into my bones, and my eyelids are asking me to shut them for a few hours, so I'm going to oblige them and hope that I dream something really wonderful.
Long story short, I didn't sleep much last night, came home tired, went to bed early. I woke up around 8pm, talked to
driver88junkie a bit, and wasted a couple of hours on Cracked.com. When I was ready to go to sleep, I found I was too hot, so I moved my fan, which lead from one thing to the next, until I had moved an end table in my living room to accomodate my hardy plant. It now as a perch by the window, instead of being on the floor. I also thought of a few other things I could do to redecorate my living room, without touching the things on the walls.Now, I will go inside and likely get about 4 hours of sleep. I'll wish I had gotten more, and my day will hopefully start calmly enough, like Sundays generally do.
I might take a nap when I get home, because I am beginning to notice that I feel most creative when I first wake up. I don't know if that sounds strange or normal, and I don't care. :) I want desperately to get back to writing on a regular basis, and I want to write more than just blog posts that no one ever seems to read. Even if no one reads my prose or poetry, I feel a growing NEED to put my thoughts for stories and such into print on a screen, or on paper. This laptop facilitates my desire to do so, because I'm not bound at that bulky desk; currently, I'm outside, enjoying the decently temperate evening.
Well, I feel weariness finally creeping back into my bones, and my eyelids are asking me to shut them for a few hours, so I'm going to oblige them and hope that I dream something really wonderful.
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I didn’t sleep much last night. I was out late, seeing Conan 3-D with some good friends. I managed to make it through the day just fine, though when I got home, I ran out of juice, so I made dinner and went to bed.
For whatever reason, I find myself awake at almost 1030pm, wishing I had not fallen asleep with the bedside lamp on. Had it not been on, I might not have waken enough to notice, and then I wouldn’t have heard the ding of my phone receiving a text message. Things spiraled from there, leading to cracked.com, and almost two hours wasted.
I slept pretty dang well, so I can’t complain about the two hours I did get, but I had hoped that I would sleep the whole night through. Instead, my mind told me I had Things To Do™.
I laid back down at 1000pm, only to find that I was hot. The air wasn’t cooling like it should be. I fault the fact that it’s not as insanely hot outside, so the A/C isn’t having to constantly run to keep the apartment cool. Thus, while it was the temperature I set it at, it wasn’t cool by my standards (it doesn’t help that my room is warmer than the rest of the apartment, either).
Then, after I’d moved the fan, I thought about where the coffee table had been moved for our last game on Wednesday night, and I was struck by inspiration. I moved it next to the couch as an end table, and moved the displaced end table to the window in my dining room, so that my plant could be off the floor.
Speaking of my plant, it is growing beautifully now. I saved it from destruction at the hands of the kitties, anchoring it so that the main stem was supported where it had broken (but not broken the bark). There’s new growth at the top, and there’s a new stem that’s sprouted near the base. I am inordinately thrilled. It’s hard to imagine that I’ve had that plant for going on five years now.
With that done, I realized I had more energy than I should, so I picked up a little in the living room, and gave passing thought to doing a little redecorating in there (nothing on the walls; I’m mainly thinking of the things I have on my computer desk’s hutch).
That might have ended things for the night, but I felt a compulsion to write something. I almost thought about doing some poetry, but ultimately settled on doing this post. I don’t know why, but I feel more… “writer-y” when I post to my WordPress account. *shrug* I’m happy about it.